Jagged Reflection....

She looked at her reflection.
Like she always did.
Everything looked the same.
Only the mirror was broken.
With Jagged edges redefined.
Every piece part of a puzzle.
So fragile in place,
One stir would cause a ruckus.
Handling with care was a need.
To care there had to be someone.
The one standing beside her,
Was as dark and mysterious
As she was,
Afterall they were the same.
Her shadow accompanied her loneliness.
Somehow she found solace in that.
Everything out of focus,
Everyone out of reach.
No one to care or hear.
No one that gave a damn.
Being alive or dead was the same.
Indifference the only compassion,
That was besotted by others.
Yearning for some warmth she stood,
Someone to take a look
To see if she is there.
Acknowledgement was her content.
Isolation around her rampant,
Trying to break free of the edges.
She stepped on the very pieces,
that showed her who she was.
Only to tear up inside
With tears outside.
Drenched in her cascade of waterfall.
She lulled her self to sleep.
Melancholy the sweet tune,
Soothed her slowly.
Drifting her away to a land,
where she got what she wanted.
Again to wake up in her reality.
Where she never belonged.
Jagged edges surrounded her.
Walls scaled around.
She vowed never again,
To open up to anyone.
Only to get stomped on
By the one that actually cared.